#tea rose (asks)

[withwitheredroses]

A lavender card comes in the mail. Written in metallic purple colors is: “YOU ARE INVITED! Bede Devine’s eighteenth birthday party will be held at Ballonlea Stadium. Please arrive on June 14 at 6pm. You may bring a plus one. Please wear fashionable clothes.”

"Well! i expected this to be coming eventually, Though it seems so soon regardless, Madam Opal. It seems we'll be going to a-.'

And he has the card snatched from him within' a moments notice, Opal once again already knowing before he could even say it. She seems particularly excited because she's got that smile on her face that just ever so hints at mischief.

"I'm going to give her a scary awesome gift."

"YOU ARE GOING TO CAUSE A FAERIE WAR."

[withwitheredroses]

" you just HAD to be the hero, huh? you had to make that stupid dumbass sacrifice! " {Sword at Bede}

“..worth it...you’ve.....always..been worth..it...always been..expendable....de..ar..”

He can’t even see her, Not really, His vision had blurred to a point where everything is just a mash of colors. It doesn’t..really hurt either, Not really, he can feel the pressure of hands over his side where a wound bled heavily. Soaking the white clothes he’d had on a bright crimson, the rest puddling underneath him, He feels...fine..he knows he isn’t yet it’s such a strange feeling, It doesn’t hurt, he’s not scared. He can..he doesn’t want to leave sword alone but, they’ll meet again one day....they would..

“i..love you...yvaine..”

It’s not even really words, it’s a murmured mumble on soft breathes of air that barely moved his chest, he shut his eyes. It’s not like it mattered, He couldn’t see...his chest slows to a stop, In some ways..he seems so..peaceful like that. If you could ignore the crimson of his blood, He seemed peaceful. For the first time, He could truly..relax.

[withwitheredroses]

回 - For a phobia they have.

Whimsy which may seem obvious to some, has a phobia called Atelophobia or a Fear of imperfection, This is due to both his original parents and rose, he thought his only worth came from if he was perfect. To be imperfect meant he wasn’t worth the while, the time, That he should be left behind and, Considering he was left behind by his parents and then rose, this just seemed to solidify that phobia within’ him. It’s easier now, With opal but he also has trouble making true friends because he doesn’t want to be left behind.

[withwitheredroses]

Oh, what's this? Why it's a shiny Aromatisse, running up to Bede as fast as her little paws can carry her! She jumps up once she gets close enough, pressing a little affectionate peck to his cheek before falling lightly back to the ground.

He won’t lie, He finds surprise as he notices a Aromatisse running up to him from a distance at very fast speeds, Even more surprised when she leaps and he finds a peck placed to his cheek before the shiny pokemon has fallen back to the ground. Oh! it took him a few moments to process buuut..his face breaks into a smile. Ah..he’s sure this isn’t any regular pokemon, but he’s used to that.

“Why what a wonderful little encounter, You’ve made my day better.”

[withwitheredroses]

There are two packages dropped off, one for Whimsy and one for Opal respectively. Both in pastel blue boxes with white ribbons containing chocolate covered strawberries with a note from Prism, "Happy Valentines, hope you both enjoy your day."

“Opal, i cannot believe, it took, AN ENTIRE MONTH. to finish opening all of your valentines stuff!! where do you even do with it all?”

 “Hehe! oh a ladies secret dear bede, Oh! but it seems we are not entirely done, there’s two here. Aaah..From your friend, Prism, It seems it had gotten lost in all the other stuff of my own..The treats look fine, Nothing i’m sure your stomach couldn’t handle regardless!”

in return, prism will receive a late thank you letter and a heartfelt apology they didn’t get to it sooner, That was mostly on whimsy’s part.

[withwitheredroses]

"Kai-...Grandmother?" Bahamut enters the room slowly, rubbing at his arm as he shifts his weight. "Can I talk to you?" [draconicwish]

@draconicwish

There’s a swish of her tail on the ground as she hears bahamut enter the room, She’d been carefully sorting through a pile of discarded gemstones and organizing them by color, though she ignores her task now in favor of him. Looking to him and nodding, he’s clearly got something on his mind.

“Ye, Course’ ya may, Talk and if someone did somethin’ to ya, i’ll eat them dear.”

She would pat the chair next to her as a clear, here, come sit down.

[withwitheredroses]

A private text message is sent to Whimsy's phone since a certain someone is still hesitate to linger in the group chat. "I believe I found a suitable child." Attached to the message are a few photographs taken via RotomPhone of a young toddler, a girl with bright golden locks. A child that was notably not near any other children at the orphanage, as if she stayed to herself even with caretakers around.

He was legitimately surprised to see that Othello was in fact still...Looking! for a kid in the wake of all the stuff that’s been going on with him and oberon and then kind of being scolded in their chat by him (Which he still felt bad about he’d say that right now. But else had he been able to do in that moment-), Still he looked over the child, A toddler for sure, Little girl. Her hair bright and blonde, Hmm...A loner in the best of cases.

“..Well would you look at you.”

For now, he’d leave othello’s issues to the wayside (For the other’s sake rather then pushing it 24/7) and sent a text back.

“She certainly is quite the find, Where is she? I believe you were going to...uh..I can’t remember.”

[withwitheredroses]

FLINGS A ROCK AT BEDE

The rock for it’s worth is stopped about an inch from his face in a soft pink-purple hue, holding it in place, A smile spreads across his face. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes, Eyes that glimmer ever so softly.

“Why i can’t take this gift...Might i return it to you.”

The rock is flung back to crack the masked individual in the head.

“Oops..A little to hard.”